Death's Princess

The man sat in the corner of his cell. He was nothing like Hela remembered him. His face was thin and his clothes were rags. His once sharp eyes were blood shot and dull. He looked entirely and positively lifeless. "What do you want from me?" he rasped. "After all these years, what does the little princess want from me, that she must travel to the Underworld to ask of?"
"I need information," Hela replied. "And I need your help." Zeph looked up at the young girl and grinned darkly.
Six years after Zeph's defeat, Hela had become a sharp young girl in middle school. Spending her weeks at S.H.I.E.L.D. and her weekends in Asgard with her father, she's grown up to a relatively normal lifestyle. But now, Hela hears the familiar calls of a woman asking for her help. She'll need the help of new and old friends alike to uncover the woman's cowl, and to save what has been lost.